The Way to Game the Walk of Shame
Author: Jenn P. Nguyen
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication Date: June 7th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Book Descritpion:
Taylor Simmons is screwed.
Things were hard enough when her single-minded dedication to her studies earned her the reputation of being an Ice Queen, but after getting drunk at a party and waking up next to bad boy surfer Evan McKinley, the entire school seems intent on tearing Taylor down with mockery and gossip.
Desperate to salvage her reputation, Taylor persuades Evan to pretend they’re in a serious romantic relationship. After all, it’s better to be the girl who tames the wild surfer than just another notch on his surfboard.
Author: Jenn P. Nguyen
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication Date: June 7th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Book Descritpion:
Taylor Simmons is screwed.
Things were hard enough when her single-minded dedication to her studies earned her the reputation of being an Ice Queen, but after getting drunk at a party and waking up next to bad boy surfer Evan McKinley, the entire school seems intent on tearing Taylor down with mockery and gossip.
Desperate to salvage her reputation, Taylor persuades Evan to pretend they’re in a serious romantic relationship. After all, it’s better to be the girl who tames the wild surfer than just another notch on his surfboard.
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Taylor
Against my better judgment, I snooped around the room, careful to crawl on my elbows and stomach like a soldier on enemy territory. Tennis shoes, video games, textbooks with crisp pages like they hadn't been used very often, an admirable collection of old school comic books…Bingo! I hit the jackpot when I tossed a dirty magazine out of the way and found a stack of pictures. I shoved my tangled, dark hair out of my face and moved a little closer to the light.
Cars and girls. Loads of them. Girls, I mean. And there was a LOT of skin in most of them. My cheeks flushed hotly at a picture of a girl and the minuscule bikini that could barely restrain her large boobs that she thrust toward the camera with a coy grin. I couldn't even tell if she was a redhead or a brunette. All I saw were teeth, lips, and boobs. Flip. A blond with boobs. Another blond with boobs. A picture of someone's legs.
"Come on. Show your face," I muttered with a quick upward glance to make sure my faceless partner was still sleeping. He was.
Finally, I found a picture with a guy in it. Only a profile of his face was showing, dipped down toward—what else?—more boobs. His nose was pretty straight aside from the teeniest bump at the very bridge of his nose. Slightly spiky dark blond hair. Laughing dark gray eyes that glanced to the side. His jaw was sort of large like it could be an overbite, but it suited him. Especially when he smiled. So very hot.
And familiar.
My head jerked back to the smooth lounging back. Now I zoomed in on the tiny glimpse of black Chinese words trailing down his left forearm. I'd seen that tattoo close up once before. Just live.
A low groan escaped my lips. No, no, no. Not him. Anybody but Evan McKinley, Nathan Wilks High School's very own legendary manwhore. Said to have screwed so many girls that he had to get a new surfboard because his old one was full of nicks in memory of each new conquest he made; never mind that Jacksonville was an hour away from the nearest beach.
WHERE WERE THOSE DAMN SANDALS?!?
I crawled around so fast, I'm pretty sure I'd have permanent carpet burn on my elbows. I didn't care. If anyone caught me within a yard of Evan, the rumor mill would explode. It was hard enough to squash the gossip that spread last year when I nearly drowned in the Harrison Parks community pool and he saved me. Since then, I steered clear of anything that had to do with him.
Which would really suck if anyone knew I spent the night in his bed.
Taylor
Against my better judgment, I snooped around the room, careful to crawl on my elbows and stomach like a soldier on enemy territory. Tennis shoes, video games, textbooks with crisp pages like they hadn't been used very often, an admirable collection of old school comic books…Bingo! I hit the jackpot when I tossed a dirty magazine out of the way and found a stack of pictures. I shoved my tangled, dark hair out of my face and moved a little closer to the light.
Cars and girls. Loads of them. Girls, I mean. And there was a LOT of skin in most of them. My cheeks flushed hotly at a picture of a girl and the minuscule bikini that could barely restrain her large boobs that she thrust toward the camera with a coy grin. I couldn't even tell if she was a redhead or a brunette. All I saw were teeth, lips, and boobs. Flip. A blond with boobs. Another blond with boobs. A picture of someone's legs.
"Come on. Show your face," I muttered with a quick upward glance to make sure my faceless partner was still sleeping. He was.
Finally, I found a picture with a guy in it. Only a profile of his face was showing, dipped down toward—what else?—more boobs. His nose was pretty straight aside from the teeniest bump at the very bridge of his nose. Slightly spiky dark blond hair. Laughing dark gray eyes that glanced to the side. His jaw was sort of large like it could be an overbite, but it suited him. Especially when he smiled. So very hot.
And familiar.
My head jerked back to the smooth lounging back. Now I zoomed in on the tiny glimpse of black Chinese words trailing down his left forearm. I'd seen that tattoo close up once before. Just live.
A low groan escaped my lips. No, no, no. Not him. Anybody but Evan McKinley, Nathan Wilks High School's very own legendary manwhore. Said to have screwed so many girls that he had to get a new surfboard because his old one was full of nicks in memory of each new conquest he made; never mind that Jacksonville was an hour away from the nearest beach.
WHERE WERE THOSE DAMN SANDALS?!?
I crawled around so fast, I'm pretty sure I'd have permanent carpet burn on my elbows. I didn't care. If anyone caught me within a yard of Evan, the rumor mill would explode. It was hard enough to squash the gossip that spread last year when I nearly drowned in the Harrison Parks community pool and he saved me. Since then, I steered clear of anything that had to do with him.
Which would really suck if anyone knew I spent the night in his bed.
Jenn Nguyen fell in love with books in third grade and spent the rest of her school years reading through lunchtime and giving up recess to organize the school library. She has a degree in business administration from the University of New Orleans and still lives in the city with her husband. Jenn spends her days reading, dreaming up YA romances, and binge watching Korean dramas all in the name of ‘research’. The Way to Game the Walk of Shame is her debut novel.
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